This poem is for two people I care a lot about, from both sides of this issue. When you love someone, you set them free.
What is it that you find so hard to understand?
I explained it well, what I have planned.
I know that you love me and I love you too;
This is something that I’m just getting ready to do.
I’ve laughed, I’ve loved, I’ve shed some tears.
I’ve satisfied my doubts. I’ve conquered my fears.
You still have lots of living to do.
Don’t blame yourself that my time will be through.
It doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It’s no tragic loss.
The road will be over and I can put down my cross.
I desperately want rest, and lasting relief.
Why does that have to mean heartache and grief?
I’m not angry, I’m not even sad.
I value each second of life that I’ve had.
I know there is so much that I could still live for.
Each day holds promise, a new opened door;
I could continue this life; continue to try
To find some reason why I should not die.
I’m so tired of searching for reasons to live.
A knowledge of my death is a gift that I give.
I’m telling you now, so it will be easier on you
To celebrate my life, when my death is through.
It all could be over this very night.
With a few tiny pills I could put out my light.
But I don’t want you to be left asking why
You choose to live and I chose to die.
I want you to be a part of my life till I’m gone.
Please be a great part of this farewell song.
I’m thinking I still have ten to twelve years.
That should be plenty of time to dry all your tears.
At that point, there is nothing you should say.
I’ll die with dignity. Hopefully in a humane way.
Even our pets can be comfortably let go.
But for some reason our deaths must be painfully slow.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be hit by a car.
It could happen in town or when traveling far.
But if I survive till I’m ready to go,
Please don’t force it to be painful and slow.
Let me have fun. Let me be me,
And when that time comes, celebrate,
I’ll be free.